Chapter 39 — When the Trap Finally Closes
The safehouse did not fall quietly.
The first sign was the lights.
They flickered once—just once—before plunging the room into darkness. Not a blackout. A controlled cut. Precision.
Alessandro reacted instantly.
“Down,” he ordered, already moving.
Amara barely had time to register the shift before his body shielded hers, pulling her behind the reinforced counter as the windows exploded inward.
Glass rained like ice.
The sound followed half a second later—boots, heavy and synchronized, flooding the street outside.
Clara swore under her breath, fingers flying over the emergency console. “They’re not even pretending anymore. Full sweep. Military-grade.”
Amara’s heart hammered, but her mind was clear.
“They came for me.”
Alessandro didn’t d
